(Brief content warning: This story includes depictions of hypermessing, but, like with the last Emily story, there’s more than enough cuteness to keep it at a general rating. Enjoy!)
Signaling the shift to a brand new day, light fully fills the room of a familiar three year old as the sun makes its ascent. Still sound asleep with a smile, the bushy-tailed tot is content to be caressed in combined comforts, to bask in the warmth of purple blankets and pink pajamas.
FWOOOOOSH!!!
But it’s only a matter of seconds until the on the go Emily gets up, not even needing to yawn as she kicks off the covers and hops out of bed.
“Hehehehe!”
Neither does she need to bemoan the abrupt absence of her blanket as her signature silly energy shines with a shimmy, for the comfort around her boisterous bottom, the pampers peeking from her pajama bottoms to show their size and pretty patterns, more than makes up for it. And so, with one skunk already roused from sleep, already ready to seize the day, all that’s left is for the other skunk to start the morning.
“Hehehehe-
PFFFFFFFFT!!!
However, with Emily’s bottom being even more boisterous, with the tot’s shaking tush not the only thing to shift, she’s about to make a stink while mom’s still asleep. The shimmies soon come to a stop, but the child’s chipper mood is not one to mellow amidst a familiar feeling.
CRINKLE! CRINKLE!
While the crinkling of Emily’s soon to be poopy padding accompanies this common occurrence, her body bends to a squat as she addresses what’s down below, her smile only fading for the sake of pamper packing proficiency as the skunk scrunches up her face.
“Mmmmmmph…”
Prepared to push that pressure into her poofy pants, filling her diaper first thing in the morning is no big deal for the little girl who does such deeds on the daily.
PBRAAAAAAAP!…SLUMP!!
Following more flatulence, the lifting of the toddler’s tail begets a bigger bulge in her bottoms as she swiftly dumps a sizable solid into her diaper, the stinky skunk sighing in relief seconds later.
“Hehehehe! Poo poo!”
Quick to shift back to her smiling self, the skunk resumes her silly shenanigans as she rowdily shakes her rump, the baggage of her bowel movements not making her movements any less lively as her loaded diaper sways alongside the swishing of her tail.
Yaaaaawn…
Meanwhile, her mom is only now on the move as she lets out a lengthy yawn, her rise and shine not a smidge comparable to the kid who wakes up at world record pace. Stretching her body for several seconds before getting out of bed, still sporting a blue pair of nightwear, contrasting Emily’s cacophony are Elizabeth’s soft steps as she approaches the other room.
“Good morning, Emily!” she says shortly before entering the bedroom.
Upon stepping inside, the mother skunk is met by silly sights that somehow don’t stray from the ordinary. With Emily having so much energy to spare, Elizabeth isn’t shocked to see the little skunk no longer asleep, nor is she the slightest bit surprised to see her girl already movin’ and groovin’, for she’s seen her share of her daughter’s dance numbers.
“Hehehe! Hi, Mommy!” Emily then says as she continues to move about.
“Well, you sure slept well, didn’t you, dear?” Elizabeth says with a smile and a laugh.
“Uh huh!” Emily says with a nod.
The mother’s wide smile doesn’t wane as an unpleasant smell pairs the playful sights, for Emily’s stinky surprise is still par for the course for this parent.
“Oh, and did you make a stinky, sweetie?” Elizabeth rhetorically asks with another laugh.
“Uh huh!” Emily replies with another nod.
In a gesture of honesty and hilarity, the toddler then takes off her pajama bottoms, shamelessly showing the morning mess she made for mommy as the dumpy deposit makes her diaper droop down to her knees. The mother skunk still sporting a smile, even these far more frivolous mannerisms aren’t anything out of the ordinary, for along with having little problem being pantless, her daughter’s never been shy about the stinky stuff she does in her diapers, knowing that’s simply what skunks do best.
“Haha, I thought so!” Elizabeth says as she lifts Emily off the floor, eliciting gleeful giggles from the girl. “Alright, time for a change.”
However, as Elizabeth turns toward the changing table, she now encounters something completely out of the ordinary, something that’s never happened in her whole caretaking career…..she’s all out of diapers! Dialed in on her daughter’s diaper filling frequency, Elizabeth’s always been one to stock up on those Sturdy Stinkers, but somehow, perhaps feeling a bit scatterbrained from the busy life of a single mom, such things slipped her mind.
“Oh….guess I won’t be changing you after all. Shoot! How did I forget I was low on diapers?” Elizabeth says as her smile shifts to a much more stressed expression, ashamed to make such a severe blunder.
But, the younger skunk sees no reason to stress, and not just due to dirty diapers not bringing her any discomfort. Knowing there’s more poofy product to be purchased, a wide smile forms on Emily’s face, well aware this entails an errand running adventure. Whether the massive mall or the super-sized supermarket, any chance to further explore those expansive environments never fails to excite the curious kid.
“Yay yay yay! We getta go to da stowe!” Emily says with cheerful applause.
Seeing her daughter take this setback in stride, reminding the mother skunk that such a mistake isn’t actually all that big a deal, Elizabeth’s stress subsides as her smile returns.
“That’s right, Emily! We’re gonna go to the store!” Elizabeth says as she nuzzles her cheek, though a part of her already wonders if Emily’s poopy pampers will pose a problem in that public setting.
BEEP! BEEP!
However, as certain sounds from outside disrupt this wholesome scene, Elizabeth will soon realize a completely different debacle is constructing itself.
“Hehe! What’s dat noise, Mommy?” Emily asks, getting a laugh out of its loudness.
“I’m wondering the same, sweetie.” Elizabeth replies.
Resting the still stinky skunk on her right shoulder, Elizabeth walks over to the window, realizing the sound is coming from an asphalt paver rolling along the road while closure signs, cones, and construction workers scatter the streets. With road refurbishment now making a trip to the store radically more of a hassle, with no shot at new diapers for now, the mother skunk can’t help but start stressing out again, wondering when the construction will come to an end as she scrambles over how to deal with this situation. Conversely, the little skunk who’s not the least bit worried has other questions on her mind, curious as to what that big yellow vehicle is, why there’s signs and cones all around, and why there are so many adults wearing silly looking hats.
“Ooooh! What awe dey doing, Mommy?” Emily asks, excitedly taking in these new surroundings.
“They’re fixing the roads, sweetie. That means we can’t go to the store until they’re done.” Elizabeth replies.
“Oh, okay!” Emily nods in acknowledgement, content with the comforts of home as well.
Elizabeth at first assumes the flexibility of her full-diapered daughter simply stems from her naively carefree character, that the situation is more extreme than the toddler thinks. But, as the adult thinks it through, knowing it’s not illogical to think Sturdy Stinkers can handle several loads, that it’s not inconceivable to claim Emily’s pooping propensities also provide resistance from rashes, she realizes an all-day diaper isn’t so absurd after all. And so, in spite of a diaper that’ll only get dirtier, the two skunks smoothly start the day.
“Well, let’s not worry about that now. It’s time for breakfast!” Elizabeth then gives Emily a kiss on the cheek before setting her down and heading downstairs.
STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
Equally excited for nutritious and delicious delights, Emily makes the most of her limited movement as she makes her exit, the load in her diaper reducing her walking to a slower and weightier waddle as she starts stomping down the stairs.
“Hehehehe!”
Giggling at the sight of her droopy diaper swaying from side to side, liking how it makes her footsteps feel more forceful, the kid clearly couldn’t care less about compromised mobility while poopy pampers provide their share of silly fun.
“Haha! Look at you, Emily! That diaper’s making you do the duck walk!” Elizabeth can’t help but laugh while she watches Emily enter the kitchen, prompting more playful laughter from the little girl as well.
Such silliness spreads to child and adult alike, setting a positive tone to what at first seemed like a big problem to the mother skunk, one in which being out of diapers brings about disaster. Stopping after a few more steps, staring at Elizabeth with a silly smile, Emily plans to further show how full diapers can be full of fun.
“Hehehehe! Mommy! Mommy! Watch dis!”
Capitalizing on her diaper’s droopy and saggy state, she then starts shaking her hips back and forth, such swaying motions causing her diaper to swing between her legs now that her morning mess gives it more weight to work with. As if filling her diaper wasn’t already funny enough to the tot easily pleased by potty humor, seeing her boom boom become a wrecking ball is comedy gold to the girl as she bursts into gleeful giggles.
“Hahaha! Oh geez, Emily! Can’t say I’ve seen that diaper dance before!”
Elizabeth must concede the kid’s antics are cracking her up, putting her breakfast making on pause while mother and daughter fill the house with hearty laughs. Although Elizabeth’s aware that loaded diapers are the low hanging fruit of humor, she’s still amazed Emily can make a foul-smelling substance into an extension of her funny and frivolous side.
“Hehehe! Shakey shakey shakey!”
Encouraged by her mother’s amusement, Emily continues her shaking shenanigans. Moving her hips from side to side instead, her pampers now become a poopy pendulum clock as the little skunk’s load makes them sway left and right. Eliciting even more laughter, as much as Elizabeth wants to keep watching her kid’s amusing antics, she knows there’s other duties to be done.
“Hahahaha! Oh, Emily, you’re cracking me up!” she says before catching her breath. “How am I gonna make breakfast when you’ve got me laughing so hard?”
Fortunately, the three year old’s fine with stopping her silly shaking, for she has other ways to prompt playful pursuits from poopy pants. Now, instead of the motions of her messy diaper being Emily’s entertainment, her focus shifts to how its limits on her mobility can liven things up.
STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
As the slow and weighty stomps make their return while she romps around the living room, as Emily makes the most menacing expression her cute face can muster, pretend play now provides her with quite the fearsome form as she lifts her hands like they’re sharp claws.
“Raaaaawr! Raaaaawr!”
The mass of her mess providing the perfect setup for such play while the toddler trudges around the room, now she can really feel like a monster whose movement is only compromised by all the buildings being crushed beneath her weight and all the towers toppled by her tremendous power.
“Raaaaawr! Raa-
“Sweetie! Breakfast is ready!” Elizabeth soon says as she sets the sustenance and supplies on the kitchen counter.
The mention of breakfast putting her pretend play on pause, the toddler then turns around and heads back to the kitchen, her diaper continuing to sag and sway about while she waddles as fast as her little legs can take her. After Emily approaches the kitchen, Elizabeth too turns around as she looks down at her diaper-clad daughter with a smile.
“And, up you go!” says the mother skunk in a sing-song voice as she grabs the girl by the waist.
Lifting her off the ground, Elizabeth lovingly looks into Emily’s eyes as the little skunk lets out a giggle, for not even the smell of poopy pampers can downplay her kid’s cuteness. Although, as the toddler starts to notice another particular pressure, the parent will soon realize a giggle isn’t all the little one will let out, for Emily’s already intent on introducing another substance to her stinky diaper.
PSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!
Hissing follows suit seconds later, a sound easy on Elizabeth’s ears, but certainly not soothing for what it signals, for the unpleasantries to the senses that proceed it. The wetting now underway, she sees Emily’s diaper, whose pure whites still weren’t lost despite its dirtiness, now staining a slight shade of yellow as some of the smiling suns and flowers fade on the front. Of course, the skunk who’s now a stinker and a soaker couldn’t care less about her diaper’s discoloring, for the surrounding warmth of her sudden soaking is nothing short of soothing.
PSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!
The stream now getting stronger, the unpleasantries pile on for the parent while Emily’s further sagging pampers supplement the sight of their stains, with Elizabeth’s arms feeling a wee bit heavier as they start to droop just like her daughter’s diaper. On the other end, Emily feels a lovely sense of lightness while the pressure in her bladder fades, for even the three year old who makes more number twos finds this relief more relaxing than the squatting and the scrunching, the pushing and the grunting, of going poo poo in her pants.
“Aaaaaah…”
Emily’s sigh signals the soaking is done, but the assaults on Elizabeth’s senses aren’t finished just yet. As if the weight of a diaper loaded with both solids and liquids isn’t already a burden on the mother’s muscles, as if the large lump from her daughter’s dump isn’t already an unflattering sight to Elizabeth’s eyes alongside the yellow stains, now her nose must take in both the acrid aroma of ammonia and the unpleasant pungency of poop thanks to the tot’s second soiling. And yet, as much as the caretaker has reason to complain, her face doesn’t shift to even the slightest scrunch of disgust. The two skunks still stare with happy faces, one whose smile is soft with sweetness, the other whose smile is wide with adorably dopey relief.
“Hehehehe!”
Sprinkling her signature silliness onto this wholesome vibe, Emily playfully kicks her feet and looks down at her soaked and stinky diaper with a laugh, amused by the sloshier sounds of its sogginess while it sways between her legs.
“Oooh, I watewed da fwoahs, Mommy!” Emily says, also finding the flowery pattern’s fading to be quite funny.
Not expecting that witty way to say she wet herself, Elizabeth lets out a louder laugh, fond of Emily once again finding funny moments from full diapers.
“Hahaha! Yes, you did, Emily! I see you’ve already fertilized the flowers too!” Elizabeth replies, figuring she too can be witty about what’s in her daughter’s diaper.
Even as the smell becomes more potent, the mood only gets more positive as more laughter from mother and daughter follow the frivolous jokes, providing a silly segue to their morning meal.
“Okay, silly! How about we have some breakfast now.” Elizabeth says as she lowers Emily to the table.
SMOOOOOOOSH!!! CRINKLE!!!
Squelchy sounds follow suit as she’s sat down, providing more silly fun for the skunk who often has to part with her poopy pamps once mommy tells her it’s time for a change. Letting out another laugh at the cacophony contained in her crinkly garment, this day devoid of diaper changes provides pleasant changes for the playful tot as more shenanigans ensue.
“Bouncy! Bouncy! Bouncy!”
SMOOSH! SMOOSH! SMOOSH!
Although an avid enjoyer of the powdery puffs that come with clean diapers, of the poofy song they play during her bouts of bottom bouncing, Emily is quick to appreciate the music that packed pampers produce in all the squelchy and smooshy sounds so much sillier in their squishiness.
“Hm?”
The adult in the audience isn’t as impressed by this much messier melody, sporting an expression of slight shock as she grabs the plates bearing breakfast and suddenly spots the toddler boisterously bouncing her tush on the table. Elizabeth’s maternal instincts immediately inform her that this rowdy rump will require more wipes once she’s able to finally change Emily’s diaper, causing her to contemplate the future prospect of cleanup as she starts accounting for the several more messes the kid will make during the day. But, as another of the tot’s tunes butt in, the continued sounds of her daughter’s lively laughter, the parent quickly sets those worries aside and appreciates Emily’s silliness for continuing to balance out the smelliness.
“Haha, you just get sillier and sillier, sweetheart!” Elizabeth says with a returning smile as she places the plates on the table.
Emily’s bouncing promptly stops upon seeing the food in front of her, captivated by what her mother has made. Alongside some strawberries and a sippy full of milk are pieces of pancake paired with syrup, more than enough to pique her interest as she promptly picks up her plastic fork.
“Mmmmmm!”
Hums of satisfaction are heard as the warm and fluffy food enters Emily’s mouth, all while her stinky self-made seat makes for more warm and satisfying sensations. Her mommy soon sits on the other side, savoring each piece of the pancake far more slowly compared to the kid already moving on to the bright red berries.
DRIP…….DRIP
Looking up for a moment, Elizabeth sees Emily’s face already stained with syrup, the sticky substance dripping from her cheeks and chin while a silly smile stays on her face. But, before the mother skunk can make a comment, the single strawberry in Emily’s hand signals even more messes to come.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Swiftly biting into the strawberry, its fruity juices don’t entirely make it into Emily’s mouth as they splat onto her cheeks. Although Elizabeth wants to critique Emily’s messy eating while syrup and strawberry juice continue to stain her face, for even the frivolous three year old has since abandoned the bib, she realizes it’d be just as silly to start getting mad over messiness as her daughter enjoys her food in a full diaper.
“Aren’t you a messy girl this morning?” Elizabeth says as she stands up and starts wiping her face.
From stinky, to soggy, to sticky, the ticklish toddler giggles and laughs while her face gets wiped, fond of the silly fun from all the messes she’s already made. Segueing to the sippy once her mother’s finished, Emily realizes there’s silliness to be shown amidst drinking her milk. Looking down at her loaded diaper, she can’t help but laugh at how it assumes a bloated appearance as it supersedes the wooden bench, how her bladder and bowels have made it into a bean bag as it gives her a slightly more elevated seat.
“Aaaah….”
As Emily finishes her sippy and pats her tummy in satisfaction, Elizabeth cracks a content smile and puts the plates away, now ready to get the pamper packer out of her pajamas.
“Alright, now let's get you out of your jammies.” Elizabeth says as she walks upstairs.
Chipper for a change of clothes, Emily hops off the table and heads to the staircase. However, with her recent soaking only making her less mobile, it’s only a matter of time until the tot starts to stumble.
“Woah…..wooooah!”
The weight of her mess making her fall forward, only the kid’s quick instincts stop her from fully falling as she plants her hands on the first step. But, rather than seeing this as a drawback to donning a dirty diaper, this sudden stumble makes her smile upon realizing she can use more than her feet for this short flight of stairs.
Left hand…right hand…left foot….right foot
Meandering between a crawl and a walk, Emily’s mess once again makes room for other means of mobility as she moves on her fours, providing the stair-trekking tot with some much needed stability.
“Hehehehe!”
Letting out more lively laughs, instead of finding her slower mobility burdensome, the arduous ascent immediately triggers the toddler’s active imagination as she feels like a seasoned adventurer scaling the steepest and tallest of mountains. Now, an otherwise ordinary trip back to the bedroom is a fantastic five-step voyage, all while immense enjoyment somehow still arises from the packed padding dragging along the stairs, from the diaper wrapped around Emily’s waist weighted by her waste.
“Hehe, there you are, Emily!” Elizabeth says once she reaches the room, taking off the tot’s top a few moments later. “What do you wanna wear?”
Looking at the closet’s contents, although unopposed to enjoying the day in just her diaper, she certainly won’t say no to cutesy clothes.
“Ooooh! Dat one, Mommy!” Emily says as she points at the black t-shirt bedazzling and bedazzled by the big rainbow in the middle.
“Great choice!” Elizabeth promptly puts it on before patting Emily’s head, happy not only because of her kid’s cute appearance, but also because her kid’s full diaper gives her full reason to bypass the often difficult task of dressing up her daughter, the task fitting any pair of pants around the bigger diapers worn by skunk who’s not one to stand still. “Now Mommy’s gotta get out of her jammies too!”
While Elizabeth walks to her room, Emily waddles back downstairs, humored by the sight of her diaper now dragging along the stairs due to its even saggier state. Eventually making her way to the living room, she then grabs a box of building blocks and dumps its contents onto the floor, smiling as she starts to get to work.
Step…step…step
Contrasting Emily’s loud stomps are Elizabeth’s soft steps as she heads back downstairs, now sporting a blue shirt and gray sweatpants. Catching sight of Emily’s playtime pursuits, she then walks to the couch and spectates, sighing in satisfaction as she starts to sit down. But, what’s more comforting to Elizabeth beyond soft and cushiony seats is the reprieve she’s gotten from the messiest of motherly duties, allowing her to realize the most relaxing result from having run out of diapers. Although the rancid odor reminds her that this is merely a delay on diaper duty, that she’ll have quite the workload from Emily’s loads once road refurbishment is done, for now she simply appreciates the smoothness of these circumstances and how she can watch her daughter play without the disruptions of diaper changes.
“Wow! That’s quite the tower you’ve got there!” Elizabeth says while she continues to watch.
“Yea yea yea!” Emily nods in agreement as the tower gets taller and taller, her tail swishing in satisfaction as she keeps stacking.
The kid continues her craft for several more minutes, but as she keeps building her tower to higher heights, so too is there building down below as the little skunk stops her stacking. Thinking the toddler is simply contemplating what else to build, for even basic building blocks require quite a bit of brainpower, Elizabeth cracks a wide smile as she wonders what Emily will make next.
“What are you gonna make ne…….oh…..”
Standing on her fours, spreading out her legs, lifting her tush and tail to the sky while her diaper hardly hovers the floor, Emily’s actions give Elizabeth a much less appealing answer to this question. Initially surprised by Emily's about to make another mess, even more perplexed to see her in the signature pose preceding a big poop, a revelation is reached shortly before the stink bomb booms. Having fed her the milk whose high protein provides her more poopies to push and having fed her the fruits whose soluble fibers speed up the stinkies for an already frequent diaper filler, Elizabeth realizes this actually isn’t surprising at all, though she certainly won’t fault herself for feeding her daughter a hearty and healthy breakfast.
“Mmmmmmph….mmmmmmph….mmmmmmmmph!”
And with the toddler’s tail hiking up, the timer ticks to zero.
PFFFFFFT! BLOOOOORT!! BRAAAAAAAAAP!!!…SLUMP!
More than meeting the standards of a stinky skunk, her bowels unleash a messy explosion as Emily dumps a deluge of doo doo into her diaper, causing it to immediately slump to the floor and exponentially expand in size as prominent piles of poo poo pile into her pampers and give them a much lumpier look. While Emily emanates a radically more rancid aroma, even the older skunk used to such smells can’t help but be dumbfounded by this odor on the edge of overwhelming. But, for the skunk who’s no stranger to making a big stink, she simply sighs in relief and smiles before making an innocent announcement.
“Mommy! I made poo poo!” Emily slowly turns around and toddles to her mother ever so slowly, the bulk of her diaper nearly knocking down the block tower behind her; upon getting a glance at the sunny day shown by the sliding glass door, she then makes another announcement. “Ooh! Ooh! I wanna pway outside!”
Doubly dumbfounded by her daughter’s desire after taking such a big dump in her diaper, Elizabeth ponders how outside play will even be possible now that all the poop Emily produced will prevent her from reliably running around. But, with her parental instincts pulling through, the mother skunk swiftly sees a solution to this playtime problem, a certain sport enjoyed by many while not requiring much mobility.
“Sure thing, sweetie! Then I’ve got something super fun to show you!” Elizabeth responds.
“Oooooh! What is it, Mommy? What is it?” Emily asks as she eagerly hops in place.
Such excitable energy elicits a laugh from Elizabeth, surprised Emily can even propel herself off the floor while wearing a diaper made heavier by her heftier loads.
“Just wait right there!”
Quickly heading to the garage, Elizabeth soon finds the two objects tied to the sport in question, a yellow plastic bat and a white wiffle ball, before heading back inside and grabbing a pink pair of shoes for Emily.
“Ooooh! What awe dose, Mommy?” Emily asks shortly after Elizabeth steps back inside, observing the objects with wide and curious eyes.
“It’s a ball and a bat, of course! I loved playing baseball as a girl!” Elizabeth says with a wide smile as puts the shoes on Emily’s feet and tightens the velcro straps, happy to recall her years of youth sports.
Although unfamiliar with said sport, that word “ball”, one the little skunk associates with several super fun ways to play, is more than enough to get her interested.
“Oooooh! I wanna pway! I wanna pway!” Emily says as her tail swiftly swishes in excitement.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” Elizabeth says as she holds out the hand Emily swiftly accepts.
Once again, the two skunks sport wide smiles while those positive vibes are as prominently present as before, the only difference being the liberally loaded diaper between the little one’s legs. Once again, her daughter’s dirty diaper has dovetailed into an enjoyable experience for Elizabeth while poopier pampers prompt her to show the younger skunk a praised pastime of her own youth.
“Mmmmmm…”
Both releasing relaxed breaths, Emily enjoys the energizing sunlight shining on her skin, appreciating the warmth of the sun reaching its apex as noon nears. For Elizabeth, it’s the crisp air that comforts her as the afternoon approaches, not only content from it cooling her off, but also from the breeze somewhat offsetting the stinky stench.
“Alright! These are the basics of baseball!” Elizabeth says as she guides the toddler onto the grassy terrain and promptly hands her the plastic bat.
“First, Mommy’s gonna throw this ball in a straight line!” says the mother skunk as she feigns an underhand toss with her other hand.
“Then, you’re gonna give that bat a good SWING and whack that ball out of the park!” says the mother skunk as she takes a swing with her imaginary bat.
Although those instructions are simple enough, there’s something perplexing the little skunk, particularly those last spoken words.
“Hehehe, but we not at da pawk, Mommy!” Emily says with the literalisms of her little kid logic.
Eliciting another laugh, so too is the mother skunk amused by her own speech as she habitually brings out the baseball lingo.
“I know, silly! That’s baseball talk for saying you’re gonna hit the ball super far!” she clarifies to the kid.
Nodding in response, Emily’s amazed to already be learning both the logistics and the language surrounding the sport. But, as both are aware, the on the go girl is eager to get movin’.
“Now, just bend those knees and you’re ready to bat!” Elizabeth says as she assumes the proper position.
Mimicking her mother’s motions, Emily bends her knees and lifts up the bat, the tot’s tail swishing in anticipation.
“That a girl! Already putting the pros to shame!” Elizabeth says with a chuckle.
“Hehehe! Thwow da baww, Mommy!” Emily says as she starts to playfully wiggle the bat, far too excited to wait any longer.
“Okay, Emily! Here it comes!” Elizabeth says as she slowly rears her right hand back.
But, before the ball is thrown, before the little skunk gets her first taste of the backyard big leagues, something else pitches in before the pitch.
BRAAAAAAAAAP!!…PBLAAAAAART!!!….PLOP!!!
The toddler’s trigger-happy bowels suddenly set off by the squatting of the batting position, somehow not entirely empty after dropping that big deuce, the rest of Emily’s breakfast says its belated goodbye before making a stinky sendoff in her diaper, causing its immense size to increase some more.
“Oh!”
Elizabeth drops the ball after her daughter drops that load, shocked she still has stinkies to spare shortly after such a big boom boom. Emily too is shocked by the out of nowhere number two, for the three year old is far more adept at manually messing her pants over having abrupt accidents. But, whether a planned poopy or not, the skunk isn’t one to care as her shock quickly subsides.
“Poo poo!” Emily aptly announces with a silly smile, making light of her messes no matter what.
“Time out! Dirty diaper on the diamond!” Elizabeth says in an artificially deep umpire voice, adding to the amusement before returning to a lighter tone. “All done, Emily?”
Just to be sure, Emily scrunches her face and grunts, letting another load loose a few seconds later.
PFFFFFT!…PLOP!
“I done, Mommy!” Emily says after dumping another mound of mess in her diaper, her bowels now empty as she gets back in position.
“Okay, sweetie! Here comes the pitch!” Elizabeth says as she picks the ball back up, not missing a beat despite Emily’s dirtier diaper.
FWOOOP!
The ball now leaving her mother’s hand, slowly approaching the stinkier skunk, Emily excitedly readies herself for this moment of showing her motor mastery.
SWING!….and a miss.
Of course, while quite coordinated for a batter with a bunch of boom boom in her britches, the little leaguer in a loaded diaper still has lots to learn about the beloved game of baseball. But with no strikeouts to sour the mood, no losers in this learning opportunity, only praise is prompted from this promising effort.
“Good swing, sweetie!” Elizabeth says with a smile, patting her on the head before reclaiming the ball.
“Again, Mommy! Again!” Emily says with another enthusiastic shake of her tail, for the swift sensations of swinging the bat already elicit much enjoyment.
“Okay! Here it comes! Keep your eye on the ball!”
FWOOOP!
As the second pitch approaches, Emily uses the near full extent of her focus to keep watch of the wiffle ball for a tiny bit longer, just a smidge of a second more so she can…
SWING!….Foul ball!
Although simply getting a small cut, although the final result is the same as the first pitch while the ball flies behind her, any contact is a cause for celebration as Emily gives herself a round of applause.
“Yay yay yay! I hit da baww!” says the little skunk with a wide smile, feeling like she’s already making leaps and bounds in her baseball skills.
“Yes you did, Emily! That was so good!”
Elizabeth says with her own applause, equally ecstatic of her efforts.
With Elizabeth insisting third time’s the charm as she retrieves the ball, with Emily experiencing exponentially more enjoyment as she gets ready to bat, another pitch promptly follows.
SWING…
Whether a bout of beginner's luck, or simply another massive leap in learning, in the span of solely three pitches, enough to account for an actual at bat, the result is a resounding…
HIT!
Although it’s but a ground ball stopping on the grass a few seconds later, any forward progress feels like a home run to both mother and daughter as they holler and hurrah over this hallmark of hitting success.
“I did it! I did it! I did it!” Emily says as she energetically hops in place, already falling in love with her mother’s favorite sport.
“Woooooo! And the crowd goes wild!” Elizabeth says amidst lively laughter, both of them fond of this frivolous fanfare. “And guess what, sweetie? Whenever someone gets a hit, they get to do something super fun!”
“Oooooh! What is it? What is it?” Emily asks, excited to know what reward awaits.
“You get to run the bases!” the mother skunk responds, not one to pass up such a ritual even if running isn’t the most realistic right now. “Go ahead and run around the grass!”
“Hehehehe!”
Too happy to be bothered by her radically reduced mobility, Emily runs with smiles and spirit as her dumpy diaper drags along the grassy ground, all while Elizabeth claps and cheers every second the little skunk slowly makes her way around.
BZZZZZZ!!! BZZZZZZ!!! BZZZZZZZZ!!!
Following the toddler’s trip around the “bases”, several flies start swarming around her profusely poopy pampers, naturally attracted to the aroma rivaling the dirtiest dumpsters. To the innocent Emily, such flies are smaller spectators who have also come to celebrate her athletic achievement, prompting her to smile and laugh at the bugs buzzing about. But to the more aware mother, the intruding insects immediately remind her she must manually mitigate the stench of many messes, that although this day of full diapers has been equally full of fun, responsibilities still crop up from crowded crinkly garments now that she has to freshen up the house.
“I’ll be right back, sweetie!” Elizabeth says before grabbing the baseball gear and heading back inside.
Having had a blast with her baseball beginnings, having immensely enjoyed this pair of indoor and outdoor play, Emily is more than happy to take a bit of a break, especially with her itty bitty buddies buzzing about.
SMOOOOOOOOOSH!!!
Plopping onto her prominently packed padding, sitting down on her diaper dirtied by many dumps, the several sights and sensations that would often sour someone’s mood simply elicit a smile from the skunk. The warmth from all the waste in her poofy pants, which even some still in diapers may declare too yucky, is a welcome supplement to Emily as she sits amidst the sun shining its warm and lovely light. The sheer size of her soiled diaper, while perhaps prompting repulsion from the public, is simply a silly sight to the gleeful girl as she giggles, for she finds it so funny that from her rise and shine stinkies and playtime poopies, her diaper has only furthered its function as a big bean bag whose comfort complements the seat of soft grass. The flies buzzing around the smelly source, rather than uninvited strangers to be swatted away, are welcomed guests Emily is grateful for as she waits for mommy to make her return, all while solely the satisfying smells of fresh grass please the skunk desensitized to the stench of her own stink.
However, as Emily gets back to being her on the go self, given how badly she’s had to go, this packed pamper paradise presents a problem the sitting skunk must now sit with. Having deposited so much into a single diaper, her singular soaking and at bat booms booms only further increasing its size, all of those large loads have now lifted her off the floor as her little feet hover above the grassy ground.
“Woah!….Wooooooah!!!”
Her feet will soon find their way back down, but not in the way Emily expects as the toddler starts to teeter. Now at the mercy of her massive mess, not having her hands and feet as fulcrums, the weight of her waste takes the wheel and shifts the skunk backwards.
“Oof!”
The sudden impact causes the flies to scatter and separate, but the tot who took the fall is hardly fazed as her back lands on the grass, glad to simply shift from one soft surface to another.
“Mmmph….mmph….”
Although, Emily swiftly realizes she’s set for an extended stay on said surface, for not even her high energy can help her little body hoist itself back up while the hefty loads in her diaper hold her down. And yet, even for the skunk who doesn’t always find the idle ideal, such stillness still gives her reason to smile as the great outdoors bestows its great gifts.
“Aaaaah…”
Sighing in contentment, as Emily’s body is embraced by the evergreen fields, she soon realizes its softness is not its only satisfying sensation.
“Hehehehe!”
Letting out light laughter while the blades of glass brush her ticklish body, Emily loves how even this serene scene has its share of sillier stimuli, prompting her love for nature to further blossom like blooming flowers.
“Ooooooh!”
The sky then shows even more of nature’s boons to the backyard bound girl, not only by blessing her eyes with light blue beauty, but also by calling the clouds to keep Emily entertained while her loaded diaper keeps her laying around. And indeed, to the kid who sees clouds not as the culmination of condensation, but as moving marshmallows due to their white and fluffy appearance, her active imagination keeps her amused as more silly laughter fills the air and her smile widens.
“Ah……there we go!”
Amidst the little skunk’s splendid sights, the mother skunk also sports a wide smile now that she’s filled the house with freshener, satisfied by the pleasant smell of strawberries. As much as she’d love to stay inside while those pleasant scents are at their strongest, as much as she’d love to put off the putrid stench of poopy pampers, Elizabeth’s aware that can’t compare to the lovely day with her little girl. Stepping back outside and taking in the much more acrid air, spotting the daughter in a loaded diaper taking a load off, Elizabeth follows suit and finds a spot on the grass.
“Hehe, looking at the clouds, aren’t ya?” she asks before lying on her back.
“Uh huh!” Emily adds.
And so, the two skunks simply sit in serene silence and spectate the sky’s pretty sights. For Emily, said sights kickstart her creative mind as she creates cats, dogs, and all sorts of amusing objects from the amorphous clouds that leave anything to the imagination. For Elizabeth, such a soothing setting allows her mind to unwind while the clouds slowly move across the sky, as if telling the mother skunk to give herself time to slow down before all that’s piled in Emily’s poofy pants piles on several responsibilities.
PSSSSSSSSSHHHH!!!
However, with Emily feeling so relaxed that a particular pressure reflexively releases itself, with silence now shattered by loud hissing as her diaper further swells from this second soaking, Elizabeth realizes such responsibilities will come sooner rather than later. As much as she has reason to stress over all the complications that will come from the kid’s crowded crinkly garment, as she looks at the little skunk sighing in relief and sporting a silly smile, it’s hard not to smile herself.
“Giving the grass a good watering, huh?” Elizabeth says with a chuckle, eliciting a giggle from the little girl. “Alright, let’s head back inside.”
Soon standing back up, it only takes a few moments of Emily’s sustained stillness for the mother skunk to realize her daughter’s diaper was the reason the little skunk was laying around. But, even this provides some humor for the harder times ahead, for neither can deny such a scenario is quite silly.
“Oh, sweetie, if that diaper’s only gonna get fuller, I think walking is off the table! Looks like Mommy’s gonna have to carry you around!” Elizabeth says before bending down and grabbing her by the waist. “One…two…three!”
“Weeeeeeeee!”
Gleefully giggling as the toddler gets lifted off the terrain and moves across the air in her mother’s arms, her tail excitedly swishing from this silly thrill ride, such shows further fun to be had from the full diaper now only a few feet above the floor. Heading back inside, the little skunk has all the more reason to be happy as she’s greeted by an amazing aroma.
“Mmmmm! It smewws so yummy!”
Pleased by the potent scents of strawberries, such smells stimulate her appetite and create cravings for more of that sweet and juicy fruit.
“I want some stwawbewwies, Mommy!”
Although Elizabeth knows more of those fiber filled fruits will only ensure Emily further fills up her diaper, not that she could say no to that adorable face anyways, the parent’s also aware lunchtime is the perfect chance to preserve her strength and put a pause on lugging around the little girl made much heavier by many messes.
“I’ll do you one better, Emily! How about a nice lunch to go with that?” Elizabeth says before giving her a kiss on the cheek and carrying her to the kitchen.
SMOOOOOOOOOSH!!!
Sat at the table for the second time, Emily amusedly giggles at the significantly squishier and sillier sounds that follow suit. Although her much heavier diaper doesn’t allow for even more silly shenanigans, such as the boisterous bottom bouncing from breakfast, all the extra height from its expansion more than makes up for this as Emily feels like she’s sitting on a throne reserved for renowned royalty.
“Here you go!”
After the poopy princess then receives a plate of strawberry slices and two halves of a PB&J sandwich, Elizabeth then walks out the front door to see if the construction commenced since the crack of dawn has finally completed. Upon hearing not a single sound reminiscent of road work, upon seeing neither cones nor closure signs in sight, so confirms the road to purchased pamps is paved. But, although the roads look nothing short of smooth,, Elizabeth knows the road to the store won’t be without the biggest setbacks and bumps she’s now set to face. Soon stepping back inside and putting on a pair of gray sneakers, spotting an empty plate alongside Emily’s smiling and sticky face, such is the least of the messes she’ll have to manage from this point forward.
“Hehe, still quite the messy eater, I see!” Elizabeth then wipes off Emily’s face and grabs the car keys from the counter before habitually putting a pink diaper bag over her right shoulder. “And guess what, Emily? Now that the roads are clear, we’re gonna go to the store!”
“Ooooooh! Yay yay yay!” Emily says with cheerful applause, excited for the trip that’s been brought up since the start.
With Emily ready to roll, so too is Elizabeth ready to roll with the pungent punches of profusely packed pampers. Picking the toddler back up and making her way outside, along with the physical strength Emily’s ridiculously droopy diaper demands, so too is Elizabeth’s mind tasked with significant cerebral demands as she carries the kid to the car, aware Emily’s diaper is far too bulky to simply buckle her into a booster seat.
“Wait right here, sweetie.” Elizabeth says before setting the skunk down, quickly coming up with a seating arrangement for three strange circumstances.
Opening the passenger door and putting the booster seat in the back, not wanting to put too much strain on the seatbelts, Elizabeth plans to use the width of the three seats to ensure enough space for the skunk and her super sized diaper. While certainly not a strategy without its complications, it’s more than suitable for the spur of the moment.
“Okay….in you go!”
Lifting the little skunk back up, only having enough in the moment strength to carry her into the cramped car and lay her down on the second seat, now the mother skunk must show her muscle in another way and maneuver around something much messier while Emily’s diaper droops past the door.
“Alright…here goes…”
As Elizabeth steps back out of the car and braces herself with a few deep breaths while things get a bit less positive, the kid who need not worry of the logistics of her loads simply sits back with an innocent smile, happy with the relaxing arrangement of this strange seating.
“One…Two…Three! Hnnnnnng!”
Pushing the full diaper forward as it moves into the car, the sounds of Emily’s silly laughter while she’s slowly slid to the rightmost seat keep Elizabeth encouraged amidst a task outside the realm of possibility for most parents.
“Phew…”
With daughter and diaper now fully fit, Elizabeth sighs in relief, glad to get somewhat of a lengthy reprieve now that they’re ready to hit the road. Shutting the passenger door and sitting in the driver’s seat, although only more messy tasks await amidst this trip, seeing her kid contently lounging around and being as safe as she can be given the situation is all Elizabeth needs to retain her resolve.
“Okay! Off we go!”
With the mother skunk slowly driving to address the little one’s lack of a seatbelt, rolling down the windows to provide some fresh air against the foul smell, such a ride is nothing but soothing to Emily as the car cruises along the recently repaved roads and light breezes from the open windows are openly welcomed by the laying little skunk. Although unable to see the stellar store in her current position, a prolonged stop soon provides Emily with more than enough to know her mother’s found a spot in the parking lot.
“Here we are!” Elizabeth then confirms such claims as she sets her bag in the front seat and steps out of the car.
Looking up at her mother while the door facing her opens, Emily giggles and playfully kicks her feet, extremely excited for this long awaited errand. Although the heavy load of her obligations slightly dulls her own excitement, Emily’s enthusiasm elicits a smile from Elizabeth before the most complicated of car exits.
“Alright…out….you go.”
Initially pulling Emily by the legs, prompting more laughter from the little skunk as she slides to the leftmost seat and her diaper slumps onto the pavement, Elizabeth then grabs the girl by the waist and lifts her out of the car.
Slam!
With no spare hands to help her out, Elizabeth pushes the door shut with the reach of her right foot, swiftly setting the tone for this unconventional outing. And so, what would be a simple errand, a seamless in and out outing with solely a single object to be bought, is instead the most convoluted errand run of her caretaking career, one to rival the toddler’s temper tantrum when the diaper drooping far past her feet was once completely clean because of a certain constipation conflict.
“Hehehe, wets go, Mommy! Wets go!” Emily says with a silly shake of her tail, wondering what the wait is for.
As much as she wants to immediately address Emily’s eagerness, Elizabeth knows that long before she sets foot in the shop, she already must make a crucial decision towards the strategies of her store speedrun, a certain choice centering around the essential to such shopping trips. If she takes the shopping cart, she can at least conceal the sight of Emily’s diaper from other shoppers, alleviating some awkwardness and embarrassment, but coming at the cost of several seconds; along with the time to put the tot in the cart, the wide and weighty vehicle will only further slow her down in the event of bad traffic in the baby aisle. Conversely, the cart-less route can allow her to weave past carts and shoppers alike while Emily rides on her back, allowing her to make a bolt to the baby aisle and back, but such efficiency can also culminate into moments of intense embarrassment; after all, with Emily’s diaper on full display in all its droopy dumpiness, another prominent source of unpleasantness on top its putrid smell, that certainly won’t be the only thing that stinks as several shoppers possibly give her the stink eye and perhaps even foul-mouth her over the foulness and fullness of her daughter’s diaper. After thinking it over a teeny bit longer, the mother makes her choice.
“Well, aren’t you excited, Emily?” Elizabeth says as she gives the skunk an affectionate nuzzle. “Hehe, now here’s something else to be excited about!”
“Weeeeeeeee!”
Lifting the toddler higher up before setting her down and holding her legs, Elizabeth places both the physical and mental burden on her shoulders as she selects the second choice. Of course, to the girl oblivious of the gravity of her mother’s choice, to the tot who’s essentially naive to the concept of embarrassment, such scenarios are simply the peak of fun now that she’s on the receiving end of a piggyback ride.
“Oooooh, yaaaaay! Piggyback wide!” Emily says with a wide smile.
“That’s right! Now, off we go!” Elizabeth says not only to Emily to further excite her, but also to herself as a reminder to be hasty.
Speed walking her way to the store, the task at hand holds no mercy as the gazes of comers and goers already lock on to Elizabeth and her pungent passenger, some faces sympathetic while others scrunch in disgust at what’s lurking down in her daughter’s diaper. Already feeling like the whole world is looking at her, such a feeling is only amplified as Elizabeth enters the much more populated market.
“Hehehehe! Weeeeee!”
Conversely, the kid is having a blast while the parent promptly picks up the pace, with Emily enjoying herself far too much to wonder why her mother is suddenly in such a rush. Swiftly making their way to the baby aisle, only Emily’s bubbly laughter on this roller coaster keeps Elizabeth distracted from all the looks lamenting the liberally loaded diaper between her daughter’s legs, from all the raised eyebrows potentially rebuking her for such procrastination on the purchase of pamps.
“Oooh! Dewe awe da diapees, Mommy!” Emily says as she points at the packs of Sturdy Stinkers, never one to miss the mascot skunk happily showing off her padded posterior.
“Good eye, sweetie!” Elizabeth says as she quickly grabs a pack and holds them up to Emily, knowing she’ll still need both hands to keep the little skunk secure. “Here, you can hold them too!”
With Emily more than happy to help, Elizabeth sets up a world record run out the store as she quickly heads to checkout, marking a relatively smooth trip leaving lots of awkwardness on the table.
Or…at least that’s what it seemed like…
“Oh….shoot.”
Desiring to end her diaper debacle the moment the roads reopened, the mother skunk didn’t stop to think several others would also be eager to shop after spending much time without other essentials, and so the express line does anything but expedite the errand as she stands behind eight other shoppers.
“Well, looks like we’ll be waiting a little while.”
Although saying that to assure Emily, Elizabeth knows she’s in much more need of assurance than the carefree kid. With the fast paced piggyback ride put on pause, with no lively laughter to distract the mother skunk from the stares of several, the wait in line now feels a whole….lot…..longer……. While certain some are staring out of habit, for it’s hard for one’s eyes not to be drawn to the contrast of a little kid donning a diaper near inconceivable in its size, Elizabeth can’t help but drown in the hypotheticals of what those strangers are saying with their silent stares, nor can she help but wonder if they’re putting her caretaking skills into question as her persistent positivity now starts to plummet.
GUUUUUUURGLE!!!
And then, amidst mommy’s musings about others looking down on her, Emily senses a different feeling down below as some of her lunch now makes the express exit the line lacks. Elizabeth no longer the only one contemplating over the unconventional, the kid who’s no stranger to peculiar pooping positions now feels a certain weirdness not from the strange specifics of making stinkies while sitting on her mom’s shoulders, a situation that’s a first even for the frequent diaper filler. But, not one to withhold what’s only natural, Emily makes do with this means of making doo doo as she scrunches up her face.
BRAAAAAAAAAP!!!
Picking up on this prelude to poopier pampers, Emily’s road to relief now raises red flags for Elizabeth, and not just for bringing more unwanted attention during this already awkward wait. With her full diaper hardly fitting in the first time, even slightly more sag would make it near impossible to fit the kid in the car, and so she’d have to cap off what she’s now considering a catastrophe on the even more embarrassing note of changing Emily’s extremely dirtied diaper near the same store whose shoppers already had to endure what’s likely the worst thing they’ve smelled in their lives.
“Mmmmph…….mmmmmmph!”
PFFFFFFT! FRRRRRT!! BLOOOOOORT!!!…SLUMP!
The skunk with her priorities straight promptly pushes out the pressure as more poop piles into her pampers, the sandwich supplying Emily with lots of dumpy deposits to drop as her diaper now hangs only a foot from the floor.
“Poo poo!” Emily says with such carefree charm once the deed is done.
Conversely, Elizabeth can only wish she could be so carefree. Feeling more strain on her shoulders, her mind becomes all the more strained with woes of worst case scenarios, now feeling like the simple mistake of being down to the last diaper has exposed her for a fraud of a parent, a-
“Next, please!”
The command from the cat cashier snaps her out of her self imposed stress, but as she’s finally first in line, the way forward only feels like a walk of shame.
“Sorry…” is all the mother skunk meekly musters, thinking the feline’s friendly face is merely pity or scorn masked as service with a smile.
But, as the lavender furred lady with “Leila” on her name tag still sports a smile, perhaps also used to such potently pungent smells, it’s clear her face is far from a front.
“Haha, don’t be sorry! I’ve forgotten diapers more times than I can count!” Leila says with a playful laugh, quickly putting two and two on all the toddler’s number twos.
“Huh?” Elizabeth asks amidst composing herself.
“Oh yes, and my husband’s done that too!” adds the cat with another laugh before getting back to work. “Hi there! Can you hand me those diapers, cutie pie?” she then asks Emily.
“Uh huh!” Emily says as she holds them out.
Although such a short and simple interaction, although their conversation was cut off by on duty obligations, those seconds of connectedness with another caretaker are all Elizabeth needs to save her from sinking in shame. Upon realizing that even those with partners can be even more prone to such mistakes, her single parent status now further shines as a source of pride as she recalls all the ways she’s kept this day out of diapers from getting out of whack, all the ways she’s kept her daughter happy even as her diaper got dirtier.
“And here you go!” Leila then hands the diapers back to Emily once they’re paid for. “Have a great day!”
And indeed the mother skunk will after ascending from that brief mental block. Now, rather than seeing this delayed diaper change as the embodiment of embarrassment, instead she sees it as further proof of her parenting prowess and admirable adaptation as she fearlessly stares the fullest of diapers in the face. And so, the two skunks leave the store with satisfied smiles, Elizabeth for overcoming the many obstacles this day has dealt her, and Emily for all the fun she’s had so far.
“Alright, now let’s put these new diapers to use!” Elizabeth says as she approaches the car and sets Emily down, grabbing the diaper pack and diaper bag she didn’t foresee herself using but nonetheless brought purely out of parental instinct.
Eventually lifted back up and laid on the trunk, Emily can’t help but feel a bit dismayed she’s saying goodbye to her all day diaper, and not just because of how funny it looks in all its fullness. From all the silly shenanigans it showed her, from the sight of it swinging around after her first filling to the piggyback ride prompted by its profusely packed state, there’s no denying that lone diaper and all its loads made her day extremely eventful, but nor will she complain about this clean return to the conventional.
“Alright, let’s get you changed!”
Having dealt with such diapers before, the change ends up being among the easier of Elizabeth’s obligations as she undoes the massively messed diaper without making even a minute mess herself. With one last showing of strength, the mother skunk lifts the gargantuan garment and pushes it down in the nearby trash can.
Wipe…wipe…wipe
The next task is merely a matter of repetition as Elizabeth finishes the job with fifteen wipes. Giggling all the while, Emily isn’t bothered by the such extensive cleaning of her bottom as the texture of wipes treats her ticklish body and the liberal applying of powder pleases her eyes in all its puffy clouds. Finally, the finishing touch is made and a fresh diaper is snugly secured as the kid cracks another smile. And yet, the seasoned stinker can’t also help but find it somewhat surreal to be donning a clean diaper considering the state it was in since sunrise.
“All done!” Elizabeth then says with a smile of her own.
As Elizabeth lifts the little skunk back up, her light body feeling all the lighter from the lack of loads, never has the daily duty of a diaper change been such a breath of fresh air in both senses of the word. The smell of baby powder now far more of a blessing, now once again capable of carrying the kid with one arm, Elizabeth then opens the car and puts the booster seat back in its original spot.
CRINKLE!!!
Squelchy sounds no longer proceeding every plop on her padded posterior, solely soft crinkles follow suit for now as Emily’s buckled into her booster seat, and all returns to normal for the two of them. Although becoming quite fond of the warm and squishy beanbag of her full diaper, she certainly won’t complain about her seat’s cushiony comforts, nor will she abhor the other silly shenanigans she can now perform in pristine pamps.
POOF! POOF! POOF!
Back to the basic bottom bouncing, while messier melodies still make for sillier sounds, the poofs of powder from her padded posterior are still similarly pleasing to the playful skunk as lively laughter fills the air.
Vroooom….
With hardly any traffic holding them back, the ride back home is a breeze, and for the caretaker who’s dealt with all kinds of convoluted conundrums, the uneventful is not unappreciated as only the toddler’s typical silliness supplements the rest of this trip.
“Home sweet home!” Elizabeth soon says before stepping out of the car and unbuckling Emily from her booster seat.
Set down shortly afterwards, Emily suddenly feels a surge of energy come about, as if her body is beckoning her to make up for the hours of compromised mobility that came with her previously packed pants.
“Hehehehe!”
Not one to ignore this internal urge either, Emily is the first to head inside as she toddles around the house and persists in her playful laughter. Although but a brisk walk that doesn’t jump to a jog, donning a diaper without a smidge of sag after so long makes her feel all the more speedy as she happily revels in regained mobility, reminding her that her diapers don’t have to be full to have fun.
Step…step…step
With Elizabeth slowly stepping inside, spotting Emily being her silly self while she walks upstairs and puts the pack of diapers in her daughter’s bedroom, such officially affirms that all is back to normal. But, having already had her fill of diaper fillings and packed pamper peculiarities, it’s no surprise the mother skunk needs some rest.
“Hehehehe- whoa!”
Assuming the little skunk needs the same, figuring even the energetic Emily also needs a bit of a break after today’s series of strange events, Elizabeth scoops her up and starts walking back to Emily’s room.
“Hehe, hate to spoil your fun, sweetheart, but something tells me you could use some rest. Already been a long day, huh?” says the mother skunk as she lays the toddler on her bed. “How about a bit of a nap?”
Not one to refuse being wrapped up in cozy comforts, the little skunk concedes a little sleep won’t hurt, for being her playful and pamper packing self is quite the task for any three year old.
“Hehe, okay, Mommy!” Emily says with a nod before placing her head on the pillow.
Happy to be embraced by a blanket’s warmth, Emily quickly closes her eyes and affirms her mother’s intuition, and now, it’s the other skunk’s turn to get her rest. Heading back downstairs and sitting on the couch, after this packed day of progressively packed pampers, doing nothing is the most productive thing the parent can do, and sleepiness seconds this notion as Elizabeth soon shuts her eyes.
…….
After an hour passes, it’s no surprise the little skunk is the first to be back on the move.
FWOOOOOSH!!!
“Hehehe!”
Once again bolting out of bed, feeling all the more energized after a nice nap, Emily boisterously shimmies about just like she did at sunrise.
“Hehehe- oh!”
However, that hour being more than enough time to digest the other half of her hearty and healthy lunch, those sweet strawberries soon become something much smellier as the toddler senses that all too familiar feeling and swiftly pops a squat.
“Mmmmmph…”
PBLAAAAAAART!!!…SLUMP!
Pushing several solids into her pampers, she does the same dirty deed done at the start of her day as her diaper droops down her knees.
“Poo poo!”
Her shameless statement affirming her business is business as usual, another full diaper makes it all come full circle. Now, when mommy makes that same return to the silly and stinky skunk, new diapers will let this day with mother and daughter go on as normal.
End
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